Possibly the antidote that will settle and save many marriages in this faithless world is simply that the partners mind their own business. But Ben’s lustful appetite, paired unfortunately with Jane’s frigidity, set the shame stage for flesh infidelity. Enter Holly, a painter whom spurned Ben and was thus assaulted by the tempestuous man. She soon turned their life into a lust triangle after attempting to destroy his life in an act of vengeance. Jane, unable to live in peace with her own husband (and unknowing of the growing tension on her own farm), thinks herself capable of settling the disturbed household of a friend. While she’s gone, the inevitable happens—but in a way that will surprise the most cautious reader as much as it surprises Ben and Holly . . . as their shame, sins, and degradations lead them hopelessly to permanent passion remorse!
Claire Miller thought she and Rod had a perfect marriage. They were young attractive, full of life and love—the envy of their suburban friends. For them, two wasn’t just company: it was all they needed. Or so Claire wanted to believe. Then one day a third influence entered their quiet world and Claire was shocked to discover a side of her husband’s character she hadn’t known existed. Disillusioned and bitter, She sought sexual revenge with the first man who excited her. Only then did Claire discover the strange fires burning within herself . . .
Here is a daring tale about suburbanites who turn business into sex, and sex into business…who turn off their consciences when they turn off their lights…and who live by one rule only: Anything goes! As you read what happens to Barry Johns and his wife, remember this novel is based on the actual facts of suburbia’s spreading immorality…and consider what you yourself might do if you ever receive…THE INVITATION
Then… Eve Hadley was more than pretty. She was warm and wanting. So why should she try to content herself with one man? Ed Hadley was her husband. But he was having affairs with other women. That gave Eve a perfect excuse to seek solace with a neighbor. And that launched the mate-trading. Eve and her neighbor, her husband and the neighbor’s wife. Still it wasn’t enough. For greater kicks, Eve snared a teenager…
They were four seductive women . . . each with secret, sensual dreams and desires. And when Sam Ennis came to town, they promptly lined up in a race for his attentions. Maude Simmons, awake in her new full-blown beauty and restless nights, thought she knew what Sam planned to do. Her only question was, which woman would he select? Marge wanted Sam’s kisses to kill the taste of her love-empty bedtime sessions with her relator husband, Harold. Cindy, Marge’s man-hungry sister-in-law, had to see for herself if Sam was the great lover Marge claimed him to be. Anna Winston, luscious call-girl brought to town by Marge’s husband for reasons of his own, gladly made the fourth girl in the love line-up. Always ready to mix business with pleasure, she knew that a man like Sam could give her both!
Jack had women, too many women. That was the trouble. When sultry Verve used her body to get him to find her kid sister, Lois, it was the start of Jack’s woman trouble. Because Lois had cut out for Harbortown, a little weekend village on the Massachusetts coast that had been taken over by wild kids. Mad teenagers who took their kicks any way they could get it! Jack had his hands full, not only with sultry Lois, but with passionate Terry who wanted to share his motel room, and with the nameless Latin girl on the dunes. It was a mad weekend of sin!
ONE HOT DAY…Jim Minter brought home a casual friend who wanted a girl—any girl. Many girls came…some were married, others were not. That was how the weekend party began. Jim’s girl, Rena, thought she might become pregnant from the occasion. Ben Thomas’ girl, Wanda, made sure she would not—no matter what she did. Lovely Lana Kustro sub-situated herself for another girl in the strange bed of the man she wanted. Paul Antionette’s wife, Alice, joined the party to trade husbands with Cynthia Vallen and did so—emerging from behind a locked door well loved but looking like an accident victim…
THE WHOLE PARTY WAS AN ACCIDENT—BROUGHT ON BY THE SUDDEN HOT FUSING OF ORDINARY MEN AND WOMEN TEMPTED BY THE NAKED PROXIMITY OF AN INTIMATE, SUBURBAN GLASS HOUSE!